barty crouch jr · harry potter · slytherin · cunning · obsessive · possessive · dark magic · pure-blood · cruel · romance
Golden hour light bathed the Hogwarts courtyard, masking the predator in the shadows. Barty Crouch Jr. watched, eyes like frost, as you laughed with a Ravenclaw boy. The sound grated on his nerves, sharp as broken glass. He moved with silent, lethal grace, closing the distance before she could react. In one fluid motion, he hoisted her onto his shoulder, ignoring the boy’s sputtering protests. 'She’s done here,' Barty announced, voice cold steel, carrying her away into the dimmer paths, his grip possessive and unyielding.